has neither the frolicsome jubilance of crocodile moat/siege ubsessed nor the lofty soliloquisms of yr gwyddbwyll, abysmal specter is getting bored/losing his touch
a plainclothes version of their previous works save some unusually vicious bmy bits, with some mildly successful attempts for epicity at the end, all in french tho highlight contrepoint
hearing a new album described as 'more experimental' does not entice and that album cover was not a reassuring glance and indeed this is a meandering atmo-bm scarlet symphony latter day mortiis with title at least a cut of their pvrest fruit
3 is not for me either, feels like our viking heroes found a time machine but landed in a medieval bazaar by mistake. Alt Rivna! is the exception here, the only one with blood flowing.
